ℓ. 2

is dreary and friends talk of Oxford as if
it were Samarkand or Bothnia Felise, and
yesterday I was asked if I had given many--
I can hardly bear to write it--many "part
ies" yet, that is

WINEPARTIES;

"Parties" alone is worse I think. One of those
thoroughly uneducated Aunts one has (I
do not mean in the vulgar sense, for she
is deep in archaeology etc etc) thought
College chapels, ours at all events, were
places were devotion was impossible on ac
count of the unseemly giggling and so forth--
cards behind the seats perhaps and all that.
But I shall put up Plato's motto over my door--

WHOSO IS ABOSPHORETE LET HIM (OR HER WHICH IS
MORE LIKELY) [strikeout] ENTER HERE [/strikeout] NOT ENTER HERE.

My mother does not let me fast at all,
and says I in particular must never